Phinal Phenology

After spending a year attending my phenology spot, I have become fairly well acquainted with my location. I’ve witnessed the green leaves turn bright orange, brown, then fall to the ground. I witnessed the leaf litter slowly get covered in snow and stories appear in the form of animal tracks. I witnessed the snowmelt and new life form on the ends of branches while stems of new plants break through the floor. But no matter how much time I’ve spent there and how familiar I am with the processes I’ve observed, I am still an intruder. Even when I see other people utilizing the space, I get the sense that our presence is an unwanted one and mother nature simply wishes to reclaim the land we mat down and build benches and rope courses on.

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